A TIME will come when I shall breathe New melodies to soothe and fold, Like portions of a mellow sheath, My sorrow. While my songs withhold Their tones, I pause before the years; I gaze on the grey world; I strive To clear the mist of doubting tears. -- My songs, what music you'll derive From silence in the time to come! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SAMUEL COLERIDGE UPON HEARING HIS 'SOME I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS..' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GO SLEEP, MA HONEY by EDWARD D. BARKER A DAY DREAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE WOODLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SONNET: 15. TO THE LORD GENERAL FAIRFAX by JOHN MILTON |